Sully

There's probably better places in London for someone without a home to sleep than curled up on the steps of a mausoleum. Probably far more when you factor in this particular young man is also a wizard, really. Perhaps he could have transfigured himself a bed, or broken into some muggle's house and used it (he's done that plenty of times) but so soon out of Azkaban... The mausoleum step works well enough.

He keeps himself warm with little problem, despite the sad appearance of his blanket. It's about as cold as Azkaban and he survived that without the aid of magic. There's very little else to worry about in the cemetery. Nobody around to be bothered if he wakes up ready to fight, or with the ghost of a scream in his throat. Just him and the dead, and they don't give a shit if he has nightmares. The small possibility of vandals isn't much of a worry - he can deal with muggles fine.

The only downside hits when the sun does. He wakes up squinting into the greyish English morning, covers his head up, and rolls over until he's squished against the wrought iron gate. It's too fucking early. He doesn't even know what time it is, but it's too fucking early.